The text message informed Captain Dawei to sail the "Buwei" survey ship to the Solomon Sea.
Next came the forced working hours. Zhang Jing figured it out. Since he couldn't resist, he should work hard and do his job well.
Just when Zhang Jing was making noise, Hu Shiqin and Chen Yujun flew to Los Angeles, then rented a car and headed to Barstow.
Barstow is a small town northeast of Los Angeles, about 160 kilometers away from the Las Vegas Strip, where Sean Hu's body was found.
The old plan was repeated, and Lao Daijin forced Hu Shiqin and Chen Yujun to stop their cars at almost the same time and in the same area, and abducted them.
This slap in the face of the local police chief was mainly an accident. I didn't expect someone to be so brave!
Lao Daijin was very skilled in business. He made a big circle, changed cars twice in the middle, and brought people back to Kanfen Farm at three in the morning.
All of this was planned in advance by Lao Daijin and Mike. One was in Los Angeles, one was in Melbourne, one was making hooks, and the other had a clear grasp of Hu Shiqin's whereabouts and flight information.
Zhang Jing didn't know that his employee was so awesome, but he was awesome anyway, and Ahel was now obedient and willing to send information.
The next day, the warm sun was shining outside the hotel window, and the bed was covered in white.
I turned on my phone out of habit. Lao Daijin had a message sent in yesterday.
The content of the message is a string of numbers "012356539748" and the phrase "Happy Horse".
We all know that police officers often use codes, such as: 187 refers to homicide, 207 refers to kidnapping, etc.
Some things cannot be said directly on the phone, so Zhang Jing and Lao Daijin also use codes.
For example: 012356539748, a string of ordinary numbers, means: task completed.
"Happy Horse" means: Kanfen Farm.
After bidding farewell to Ahel, who was still drowsy, Zhang Jing left the hotel and drove through the old Los Angeles city, heading west, with a large pastoral scenery behind him.
Return to Kanfen Farm three hours later and meet Old Dai Jin at the southeast gate.
"Where is he?" Zhang Jing looked at Lao Daijin with burning eyes and asked.
"Their mobile phones have been thrown into the lake in the basement of the ruined villa." As he spoke, Lao Daijin handed a note to Zhang Jing, "This is the safe account provided by Greens."
After taking the note, Zhang Jing saw two "guests" in the basement of the clean ruined villa a moment later.
Sixty-year-old Hu Shiqin and fifty-seven-year-old Chen Yujun. Z.br>
Zhang Jing looked at the guests, and the tied guests also looked at Zhang Jing.
"Who are you!" Hu Shiqin, who had a smooth forehead and a hairstyle similar to that of a Chinese woman, glared at Zhang Jing and asked.
Zhang Jing walked around the Hu couple who were back to back and introduced himself, "I am an insignificant person who dares to love and hate, and must avenge any revenge - a thing."
"Avenges must be retaliated?" Chen Yujun, fifty-seven years old, slightly fat, with short hair, wearing glasses, and looking like a Han girl, grasped the key point, "We have not offended you."
"You didn't offend me," Zhang Jing stopped in front of Chen Yujun, "but someone provoked me. Who do you think this person is?"
The couple were not stupid, and they immediately understood that it was their third son who had died.
Chen Yujun hated Zhang Jing in her heart, but she pretended to be confused and said, "There must be a misunderstanding here. We are willing to break up and avoid disaster."
"Loss of money?" Zhang Jingbian's interest increased and his eyes turned into coin symbols, "How much money do you have?"
The couple remained silent at the same time. It was obvious that Zhang Jing was the type who couldn't get enough to eat.
"Ten million meters," Hu Shiqin said proactively after a while, "if you promise to let us go, we can transfer the money right away."
"Thinking too much," Zhang Jing came to Hu Shiqin and went straight to the core, "There is no way you can leave this basement alive."
There was great terror between life and death. Hu Shiqin struggled fiercely, "There is no hatred between us of life and death. There is no need for you to persecute our husband and wife!"
Looking at the couple, Zhang Jing suddenly understood something, Hu
Shi Qin risked going to jail and tried his best to make money despite his reputation as a Han girl.
I'm definitely not willing to give away the money easily.
However, evil people have their own evil, and Zhang Jing is the one - the most evil person!
"I want all your cash," Zhang Jing drew the line. "After you die, no more people will be injured."
Hu Shiqin and Chen Yujun did not want to die, so they naturally refused to compromise easily, or they were unwilling to die without seeing the Yellow River.
Zhang Jing was also unambiguous. Mike was still in Melbourne and asked him to get up and work.
It's midnight in Melbourne, and Mike is relaxing in a motel.
After receiving the text message, confirming the content of the text message, deleting the text message, then getting out of bed and driving away from the motel.
The target was a previously identified 161 More Avenue, Brighton, Victoria.
The skilled man is bold, but Mike sets out almost empty-handed.
Unfortunately, Mike was stopped by a police patrol car late at night after driving less than five kilometers.
"Good evening, sir," Mike asked the patrolman with his hands on the steering wheel, "Have I done anything illegal?"
"Yes," the patrol police officer is a fat white man, "your left taillight is not on, please show your driver's license and driving license."
Mike handed over his driver's license and second-hand car license.
It was easy to tell that Mike was from Citi and had just bought a second-hand car.
"Tourists?" the fat white Sheriff asked.
"Yeah," Mike nodded, "I didn't know the used car store was selling me a used car with a problem."
"No problem," the Fat Sheriff returned the driver's license and driving license to Mike, "I wish you a pleasant stay in Melbourne."
Mike handed a boxed donut placed on the center console to the other party, "I also wish you good luck in your work."
The fat Sheriff looked around and saw no one around, so he accepted it happily.
Calm throughout the whole process, Mike continued to set off towards the target location and arrived there half an hour later.
No. 161 Brighton Moor Avenue is a single-family villa next to the seaside, with a driveway that extends to the marina.
The night was dark and windy, with the sound of waves rising and falling. Mike parked the car in a remote place and walked about 50 meters to the side of Manor No. 161.
This is a large manor house covering an area of approximately 4500 square meters. Like many traditional large manor houses, it has beautifully landscaped gardens and rolling lawns, a swimming pool, a tennis court and a butler's cabin.
With such a large area, Mike can easily enter the interior of the manor.
Temporarily hiding behind a perennial holly tree, Mike, who had done many bad things during his service, habitually put on gloves and painted his face before doing bad things.
Because facial recognition is so awesome, in recent years, people have to glue their earlobes to the base of their back ears before doing bad things. This can be regarded as a way to keep pace with the times.
Walking in the blind spot of surveillance, Mike climbed to the second floor of the main house of the manor with his bare hands.
In front of you is a corridor with thick carpets on the floor and artworks and oil paintings hanging on the walls on both sides.
Just like what they look like on the outside, this family belongs to extremely wealthy people.
With this thought in his mind, Mike took a few steps forward and gently pushed open the door nearest to him.
